Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1887-11-23

found waiter at the residence Oh Nlr.
Smallweed, where he was busy receIv-
ing callers and congratulations.
by hockey, Walter" cried John
Miles, shaking his hand. while tears
stood in his eyes, "Iknowed ye'd come
out all right. 1 knowed We was hon.
est. Dye ought to seed ma and Pinkey
cry for Joy when they heard it ;"
The emotions of Walter, the over
whelming joy, are indescribable. Mr..
Miles took his hand and said:
Forgive me, Walter; confess did
We wrong. l rally thought We one of
this gang of rascals. 1t all came about
by hearin' what Joe Brewster had said
about money bein' missed while We
clerked in the store at Queenstown,
and bein' out so late the night Mr..
Brown was nearly murdered.
''Miss Pinkey may tell you some time
where l was on that fatal night. l
never can; and as for Joe Brewster's
accusation, have no explanation, save
that | am innocent"
Pinkey and her mother were in the
room, but as vet she had not dared to
even speak a word of cOngratulation to
him.
al have something here that may
explain the Joe Brewster matter more
fully" said the Californian. drawing a
letter from his pocket. 81 just got it
from the post-oiiice. Opening 1t, he
read:
"QUEENsTowS, Oct. l7-ls-Dedr Str: Yours
OF the 10th inst at hand. and in reply am
pleased to state that l had youlNy man q
Short time ego named Walter Brow nf,eld as
clerk and salesman in my store. He was in
dustrious and apparently honest. Money
was missing from the drawer, and there were
circumstances Toint'n ne to his guilt. caused
his arrest. but failing In proof he was acquiL-
ted. Doubtless. overwhelmed with the dis
grace. he left this portion of the country, and
could not find him to right the wrong. i
have at last discovered the real theta fell
low clerk named James Bozarth. and Walter
Brownfeld is OF course innocent l will do
any thing can TO repair the injury ihave
unwittinEly done Very Tespeeifn1lly yours >.
"Thank GOdr' gasped Walter,
L" the last stain on my character is re-
moved"
There is one thing more wish to
speak to you about, in the presence Of
these friends of us both," said the
Californian.
Walter was astounded; who was
this strange man. and why should he
be interested 10 him2
Walter Browniield, where were
lOh DOAhs aohCO lllC
." In the town of c., State Of
Illinois," answered Walter.
What was your fathers namep"
George Brownfeld; l never saw
him. He went to California in 1849,
and was doubtless killed. / never
heard from him."
He was not killed." said the Cali
fornian; "he was for fourteen years q
prisoner, and to the world dead; but
he escaped few months ago and has
now returned to claim his boy.
Walter, your father is before you, and
the treasure you so nobly aided to de-
fend last night in Mr.. Smallweed's
bank is all your own"
The denouement was so sudden that
all in the room felt as if they had re-
ceived an electric shock. Turning to
the astonished Mr.. Miles, the Cali
fornian said:
Il must ask your pardon for little
deception played by me. My name is
not Brown, but George Brownfield, and
this young man is my son."
Ali stared in blank amazement, save
Pinkey and her mother, who could no
longer restrain their tears of Joy.
MIR. Brownfield then said that having
escaped from the Indians, he came East
with his immense wealth to share it
with his son; that he learned that the
young mans character had a blight
upon it from the affair at Queenstown,
and confiding his identity to Mr.. Small
weed only, he assumed the name of
Brown until be had become strongly
convinced of Walters innocence. Mr.
Smallweed being in the secret, they
readily understood why he was so
easily persuaded to take Walter in his
employ.
A few weeks later, the capture of
the burglars and death of Jack
Hawkins were things of the past. All
six of those captured, on being ar
raigned, plead guilty. and the doors of
the States prison now shut them out
from that world in which they had
proven such dangerous citizens. Mr..
Miles bought the farm of Jack
Hawkins from his heirs. and they soon
after disappeared from the neighbor-
hood, never to be heard of again.
1t is a sunny afternoon in winter.
Daniel Hodge comes hurrying into the
kitchen where Aunt Margaret is pre-
pairing dinner. Uncle Dan has thrown
off his coat as though it was midsum-
mer, and waves his hat in one hand
and his cane in the other. ''Oh it's q
goin' to belts a-goin' to be right
soonw
What's a-goin' to be?" asked Aunt
Margaret.
"A weddin'," cried Uncle Dan.
"Who?"
walter Brownfeld and our Pink
ey. o bless me, wasn't it quick match
though? l knowed it would come
soon. The best boy an the best gal on
earth are goin' to be made one, an
we're both a goin' to be invited. Get
yer neatest cap ready, / wouldn't miss
it fur nothin'. Oh never was so hap
py-nobody is happier, unless it's Wal
ter and Pinkey."
"Dan'l, are you goin' crazy?"
"Blamed II amt pretty near it."
he answered.
"Who told you Walter an Pinkey
were a gon' to be married."
"Walter Jest now told me hisself,"
cried Unc.e Dan, ''an I'm goin', if We
don't 60 with me. I'll go by myself.
It's goin' to be next Wednesday, an
I'm goin."
Uncle Dan was there and kissed the
happy bride. Walter. by way of ret
ribution, kissed Aunt Margaret, who
looked quite pretty in her neat frilled
cap. We are sure a more pleasant
wedding was never known in that por-
ton of the country.
Years have passed since I was in
Preston Flat. Yet from reports / know
1t IL rapidly growing into one of the
most prosperous portions of the Union.
A few days ago happened to glance
over the Bushville Courier, which some
unknown friend had sent me, and
there noticed an account of Mr.. David
Black and his son-in-law, John Miles.
shipping several hundred mead of cat
| tie So IL seems III ~ Iohu MIL. -.